Lian Xiaomin thanked Zhang Wenyong verbally with tears in her heart. She really hoped that she would repurchase less in the future.
The two of them talked as they walked. Lian Xiaomin did not ask about the food. She pretended to know nothing and did not want to test the other party to see if he would tell her the truth and say that the food was the source of his contact.
I just hope I can solve these troubles secretly and make everything go smoothly.
After returning home and putting down the tractor, Zhang Wenyong had no intention of going back.
Seeing Yufang playing with the little ones and sweet potatoes, he said to Lian Xiaomin, "I'll put the food in the west room first, then you can go out with me. How about we practice sword fighting in the back hills? We can't do that in the yard. We don't want to hurt the noisy kids."
Lian Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, then laughed. What a knife fanatic.
Yufang also said, "You guys go ahead. I'll take care of the little one, and then I'll help Xiaomin, who can't cook, make dinner."
Lian Xiaomin was happy, and made a flying kiss gesture to Yufang, and pointed to the woodshed outside. Yufang waved her hand knowingly, indicating that she understood.
When I saw Yufang coming today, I had already prepared a big goose, some potatoes, some mushrooms and dried chilies, half a bottle of corn oil and some seasonings in the woodshed.
There will be delicious food in the evening! Fortunately, my yard is secluded and more than 50 meters away from the Zheng family next door.
So she and Zhang Wenyong quickly put away the food, took a backpack containing several long and short daggers from the house, and went out to the woods at the foot of the mountain behind the village.
Zhang Wenyong was particularly happy when he saw Lian Xiaomin packing several daggers he had never seen before.
The two of them quickly came to the woods, found a secluded place, and got ready.
Lian Xiaomin took out a long dagger and became interested. She first practiced the "Armed Police Dagger Fighting Technique" that she had learned a long time ago in her previous life. There were a total of fourteen moves: step up and stab, bow step and counter-stab, horse stance and side stab, side kick and cut, leg-cutting and stabbing, changing the knife and stabbing forward...
Zhang Wenyong looked at the thin body of Mulan in front of him, but she burst out with huge energy. Every strike of her sword was powerful and fierce! His eyes were shining with infinite admiration.
Although Zhang Wenyong also likes to practice with a dagger, the moves of the person in front of him seem to have a more fluent and systematic method. If he can learn from it, he will definitely continue to improve.
So, after she stopped, I started practicing too.
Lian Xiaomin raised the corner of her mouth and taught Zhang Wenyong some systematic attack and defense training. She held the fist with her hands straight, and then stabbed from top to bottom, which was called "sky stabbing". She stabbed from bottom to top, which was called "ground stabbing".
The two of them went back and forth like this, fully immersed in the training, forgetting the time completely. As the setting sun cast its afterglow and the sky gradually darkened, Lian Xiaomin realized that it had already arrived in the evening without her noticing.
After practicing a few more times, she finally stopped and looked at Zhang Wenyong, who had also put away his dagger, with a smile. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his soft and thick hair was wet near his temples.
Watching the sunset, Zhang Wenyong suddenly realized that time passed so quickly.
He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and raised the corner of his mouth. Today was really a great day. This was probably the part of life that he enjoyed the most.
Lian Xiaomin sheathed the knife and said, "Brother Sanyong, let's go to my house and have a good meal today. Yufang is a great cook!"
She was talking about Yufang's iron pot technique with great excitement, and Zhang Wenyong suddenly interrupted: "I think your two tricks are better."
"Me? I'm a warrior, haha. I can't cook anything, but I'm very good at making milk powder. That's all I can do."
Zhang Wenyong just smiled and said nothing.
The tall body and the petite person beside him walked together in the golden setting sun.
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The two soon returned to Lian Xiaomin's home and had a feast of goose stewed in an iron pot.
Here, Yufang did not lock the courtyard gate, but the door of the main room was closed tightly. She fed Xiaoya with milk powder, let her lean against the pile of quilts, and played with Xiaofeng.
Xiaofu stood on the ground, not caring about the sweet potatoes. He hugged Yufang's thighs, raised his little face and said pitifully: "Aunt Fang, Xiaofu is hungry. Eat some meat." At the same time, he twitched his little nose and inhaled the meaty aroma in the air.
Xiaofeng, who was teasing Xiaoya, also said in cooperation: "Aunt, Xiaofeng is hungry too..."
Yufang was happy. In fact, they had both drunk a glass of milk in the afternoon, so they were not hungry at the moment, but were greedy.
"Okay, your sister will be back soon. Xiaofu, let go of Aunt Yufang's thigh. I'll go serve the food!"
Xiaofu immediately let go of his chubby hand and stood up obediently.
Yufang set up the table and placed it in the middle of the kang, then turned around to use a larger porcelain basin to serve the food. When she lifted the lid of the pot, she saw a large iron pot full of stewed goose meat. Oh my god, not to mention the baby, she herself was about to faint from the smell.
There was juice boiling in the pot, and the stewed goose meat was trembling. It looked delicious and would definitely go well with rice. A lot of potato cubes and mushrooms were also put in it according to Xiaomin's instructions. No, she couldn't stand it anymore.
Yufang first served out a bowl of soup without chili pepper for the little kid.
He put some dried chilies in the pot and simmered it for a little while before quickly serving out the dishes, including the soup. It took two porcelain bowls to hold them all and placed them on the kang table one by one.
She was just about to serve the rice porridge that was warming on the stove when she heard the door open. The two men had finally returned.
"Jiejie, Jiejie is back, come and eat some meat! It smells delicious!" Xiaofu ran towards the door of the main room with his short legs, and was immediately picked up by Zhang Wenyong with one arm, and walked forward holding the arm around his waist.
Xiaofu suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and laughed non-stop, "Sanyong Pot~"
Zhang Wenyong walked into the house in a few big strides, put Xiaofu on the kang, and took off his shoes.
Xiaofu quickly crawled to the table on the kang, grabbed the edge of the table with his little hands, stared at the food in the porcelain bowl with his round eyes, and almost drooled.
Zhang Wenyong turned around and went to wash his hands by the stove in the main room. Lian Xiaomin had already finished washing, so he asked him to change the water himself and went straight into the house.
"Oh, Yufang, the goose feast has been set up, you are really capable!" Lian Xiaomin sniffed the fragrance in the house, her eyes smiling into crescents, and turned to Xiaofu and said, "Have you washed your hands, Xiaofu?"
Xiaofu's eyes didn't move at all, only his mouth moved, and he said, "I'll wash it, Jiejie~"
Lian Xiaomin nodded with satisfaction and helped Yufang serve the rice porridge, a total of three large bowls and two small bowls, and brought them all to the kang table.
There was also a plate on the table, with more than ten cornmeal cakes on it, exuding the fragrance of corn.
"It's really rich! You're in for a treat today, Brother Sanyong!" Lian Xiaomin called out to Zhang Wenyong and Yufang to hurry up, get on the kang and start cooking!
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